intersections

[seldear]

Why is it that when it's quiet at work I never want to write, but the instant it gets busy the desire to write strikes like lightning? And the words come out right. And the angels sing. (Okay, so maybe not the part with the angels. But the two paragraphs I've written this morning feel a damn sight better than what I've been dribbling out the last few weeks. Maybe it's because this is the action and I've had it in my head for nearly forever.)

And of course, the project I'm on goes to Systems Integration Testing on Tuesday, which means I have to have all my stuff tidied up and ready to be transported from our development system to the test system.

Freaking. Bloody. Hell.